A re-blog about the Miracle of Second Hand Smoke

The last time I did this – promoting someone else’s post on their blog, on my blog (with the acknowledging links) but without “re-blogging” it formally, I got shat upon by the blogger concerned and warned about copyright suits! For gods sakes. That taught me the lesson that some bloggers protect their reputations VERY seriously – with a legal team!

Fancy that!

I notified Head Rambles I was going to share his post, and pointed out that there was no “share” button to do it with.

I have absolutely no idea of what second hand smoke can do. But I do suspect that first hand smoke might have killed me off sooner. It hasn’t yet.

I took up smoking at the age of sixteen, sixty years ago, because I was rightfully pissed off with the way in which I was being treated, but didn’t quite know how to defend myself. It was a kicking over of the traces. My statement.

It has saved me from life long depression. Have a fag when the going gets a bit rough. And then keep on going.

Our kids all grew up in Second Hand Smoke – they’re all fine. I loved smoking. My best and most memorable times were with a cigarette. I hate the new Anti Smoking Movement. They forget how healing smoking is for many life situations. And they have ruined society.

I don’t know what to say. Common sense tells me that smoking is an expensive and not a frightfully good habit.. But then I have never felt motivated to pop anti depressants. Might they have been better for me?

I am somewhat of an emotionally damaged human being, although only by order of The Universe. So many of us are.

I just get on with it. And mostly don’t give it a second thought. Have a fag when tho going gets a bit rough.